Learning another trick...

So it was time to have Simon teach Johnny more about telling people what to do. You know, with that hoodoo voodoo that Ventrue are so good at.

The shit ain't so good on other licks; older fuckers just ignore the wooj. So not exactly useful on most of the Camarilla bastards.

But it was time to go to the next level and go beyond just a single word. So we go to this 18 and over club, called Tight. Supposed to mean cool, but we know what it's really describing, you know? But we go there because it's a place where creepy older fuckers like us ain't entirely welcome. They actually try to keep you out if you are over 25 or so. Plus, we're kinda creepy anyway. On top of it all, they are really damn strict about alcohol, 'cause they could lose their beer license if busted for serving one of the 18 year olds. So those girls come to dance and to hook up. Without the help of alcohol. Maybe that's why there aren't as many guys as girls there; they don't have the liquid help.

So we're there to see what Johnny can do with Simon's tricks, can't use any of the normal Brujah wooj or Johnny charm. The key is to look a girl in the eyes and tell her to lift her shirt and show off her tits. Simple, right? Pretend we are with Girls Gone Wild and get them to show their tits, using the wooj.

Actually, Johnny thinks the only reason Simon agreed to try this way out first was because he probably thought Johnny couldn't do it, at least not the first time out. Especially not when Johnny can't use the Charm, you know? Not exactly Simon's style and all. He probably would have prefered to see if Johnny could convince a business man to sign over his stocks or something, but, well, Johnny was quite motivated and that apparently means something when learning new tricks.

The first few chicks, Johnny had to use the charm to keep them from slapping Johnny and calling security. An hour in, chicks were flashing us like it was Mardi Gras or something. Simon got kind of uncomfortable with it all, maybe he was afraid we'd get caught or something, so we left at that point.

Johnny has been kinda playin' for the last week now with it, goin' to bars and pretending to hypnotize chicks and getting them to do things like bark like dogs, take off their tops, take off their panties in public, stuff like that. Juvenile as shit, yeah. But harmless and it's startin' to get old already. But that's another trick in Johnny's arsenal. Quite a few more to go.

WTF Gangrel?

Okay, what the hell is up with the Gangrel? They hang out mostly with each other, doing fuck knows what, maybe sniffing each other's asses or something. Joe Barclay is like, their messiah out here or something. Seriously, that dude is the king of the gangrel down here.

So anyway, they have this lick trick to be able to see in the dark. Makes the eyes glow red an' shit. Mighty useful trick if you ask Johnny. Especially with those god forsaken Lasombra asshats. But they won't teach it Johnny. Pam even said it would get Johnny killed. WTF?

So each clan has, like, three different kinds of tricks that are natural to them. Like us Brujah, we got strength, speed and charm. The Ventrue got charm, the ability to take damage, and the ability to tell other motherfuckers what to do. Now, the Gangrel, they got the damage thing too. They can also talk to animals. But they also got this other weird shit going on and they must all somehow link together. Like somehow, this seeing in the dark, plus their other tricks of, like, turning into animals and being able to turn their hands into claws must all, like, link together and shit. Now, Johnny could understand why maybe they want to keep some of those tricks to themselves. Like, the ability to turn into a wolf could be damn cool, but if everyone can do it, well hell, that makes the Gangrel a lot less special, you know?

But see, Johnny don't want to be able to turn into a fuckin' Dracula vampire bat. Johnny don't need claws when Johnny got fists of steel and blades that sharp. Johnny just wants to be able to see in the fuckin' dark. And neither Pam nor Joe will do it. Johnny just wants to be able to fight the Sabbat better, and the ability to see in the dark makes that a lot easier to do.

Johnny just don't get it.

The Month of June

What a weird month. Okay, so it starts off pretty cool with the LA Erotica Expo. Did a lot of business there, even if it did mean that Johnny missed the monthly Anarch rant. Whoops. Didn't mean to, but hey, when you're neck deep in tits and pussy, can you really be blamed? Really?

Brer Rabbit is still proving himself to be the biggest jackass this side of the fuckin' Rockies. Damn he's an asshat. He's an Anarch only because no one else wants him and we're kinda like the animal shelters, you know, we gotta take all the strays no matter how lame or ugly. And that's fuckin' Rabbit. Seriously, he's giving all fags a bad name.

Piers died. Or rather, was fuckin' murdered. Apparently Mister High and Mighty and Falutless, the Justicar Pascek, got together with Garrett Dannington and Jacen Pompeii and probably a few others, and they killed Piers. Now, they're saying that Piers had lost his heart and soul to the Settites. That those fuckers have some sort of evil wicked magic and shit. Now, Johnny can believe that based upon the other shit Johnny has heard. But they're sayin' there was no fuckin' hope, no way to save Piers. So they killed 'im. Bullshit. Complete and utter crap. There is always a way out. It ain't always obvious, it ain't always easy, death might actually be easier sometimes, but there is always a way out. Garret and Mister Faultless himself decided otherwise those. Bastards.

On the bright side, Piscin decided to hop in the Mystery Mobile and come visit us. She's this batshit crazy Malkavian Anarch. Looks like she got bit back during, like, the Summer of Love or something. Crazier than most Malks that Johnny has ever met. Really, really wants to help out the Movement though. And that's good enough for Johnny. A little, or even a lot, crazy ain't a bad thing in the Movement.

Fuck, the Tower thinks every Anarch is a least a little bit crazy anyway. Why not go for the gusto, eh?

Oh, and the beach pictures are in honor of it turning to summer. It's one of the things that Johnny misses the most; being able to go hang out on the beach, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, watch the bikini babes parading up and down the beach...miss that shit man. Miss that.

No Rant, Busy Partying!

Okay, so Johnny pulled a Rabbit...sort of. Johnny didn't call a rant or nothing, but Johnny was supposed to show up at the monthly Anarch pow wow as usual. But Johnny didn't show up. Nope, a no-show from the King of Kama Sutra.



So where was Johnny? At the LA Erotica Expo. That's right. Okay, so Johnny was there mainly that evening to directly promote Gated Community Productions. Had the mortals working during the day, Johnny picked up the slack after sundown...of course, that's when the floor is officially closed and there's a lot of afterhours 'networking' between companies and performers and agents and shit. And then it's on to the parties where even more of that happens...



So Johnny was able to sign up some smokin' hot bitches that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Another babe that had her Kegel's down pat and could literally vibrate her pussy...fuckin' unbelievable. And had to find at least one anal specialist...Johnny saw her take a seat on a 2 liter bottle without so much as a single grimace on her face...she was a little bit of a butterface, but talent like that trumps what your face looks like. Even found a dude to sign to the company, our first male contract performer.



So Johnny kinda got caught up in mortal business that night. Gotta deal with Los Reyes at some point...and the usual bullshit...but for one night anyway, Johnny got to not just pretend but almost be human again if only for a few hours.

Prince Book's Party

So Johnny went up north to San Fran and Prince Book's party with Uncle Remus, Brer Bear and Perez. Lauren went too, but hardly showed up at all. Brer Owl and Eli showed up too. Even Dani for a little bit.

Went up north for two reasons. One, to see what the deal was with Davis. Which was supposed to be Anarch, but then taken by Prince Howl, who then said it wasn't his but actually belonged to the Giovanni, which was a suprise to the Giovanni, but now it's back to being Anarch. Not sure who the Baron is; it might be Captain Cutter, but recently it was Luke, but he didn't show 'cause he got staked by Prince Howl for breakin' the Masquerade so it might now be Brer Owl. Now that's fuckin' funny.

The second reason was to talk about the Confederation of the Anarch Free States. Except Johnny only saw three other Anarchs not from here. Not counting Owl or Dani. Eli, who's back east, and two minor dudes, Just Jack and Ace. Not exactly enough of a turn out to bring up talking about a major idea. So Johnny just tabled it and figures it'll have to be brought up over the Anarch Rant sometime soon.

Okay, there was a third reason. Range. Heard Range wanted to kill Owl. Maybe even Johnny. Turns out that Range had pissed off Prince Book too. Except now Range was actually Hank and he was under Prince Howl's accounting. Not good for Howl. Dumbfuck actually went and admitted that Hank was Range. Which came as a surprise to Book when Johnny told him. Dumbass fucker Range didn't even show up to anything he was so scared of us. Turns out, according to both Howl and Book, that Range's heart was put in the fire. Which means dead. Just wish Johnny had been there to confirm it.

There was a Brujah rant too. That was either lame or interesting, depending on who you talked to. Prince Rosentard really is a selfish fuckwit that is more about his own ambition than his brothers and sisters in the clan. Alesandra Orion is passionate as all hell, but goddamn the little bitch talks a lot. Archon Jack Sebastian really is a pompous ass. Not sure where his ultimate ambitions are, but Johnny figures they are probably Camarilla, not Brujah. Jacob Hill is a stupid tool. Well shit, he tried to make Dustin Zahn look stupid, but it ended up with both Zahn and Dickie Smalls dead. So he lost his Tower position, then he had to run the Gauntlet. Now, Johnny had gotten fed up with him earlier and the little bastard was able to block Johnny's punch, which ended up proving Jacob hadn't been telling the truth. So after Jacob got dropped, some other Brujah picked him up and asked if anyone else wanted a shot, and well, Johnny did. Had to crack'im at least once.

There's so much more, but Johnny's brain is kinda confused from seeing so damn many licks and trying to remember their names and who the fuck they were. Shit, almost everyone knew Johnny. But not the other way around.

Johnny'll probably say more later, but this was the main shit.

Too quiet

It's too damn quiet around here...no word of shovelheads, the KJ seem to be quiet, the Cam is too busy with their issue of letting the Assamites into their country club or not...even the Brujah in general seem to be awful quiet lately...it's fuckin' weird is what it is...

Undead Commerce

Vampires, somehow, are naturally selfish. Most of us don't want anyone to have anything, but we want it all. Johnny thinks that's why Johnny has thrown himself into The Movement like he has. To try and stave off that innate selfishness.

But Johnny is coming across it a lot lately. Johnny is trying to learn more about being an Anarch and a Brujah. Trying to delve deeper into the history and the secrets. But goddamn, you'd think Johnny was trying to buy someone's mom for a porno shoot or something. The way these licks fuckin' protect their little edges, their little secrets, fuck, you'd think that you were taking away their survival edge or something.

Damn fools.

Another voice for The Movement is dead

Anthony Bishop is dead.

He was an Anarch out in Georgia. Don't know exactly where, but it doesn't really matter. He was a believer in the Status Perfectus. He was well spoken. He was a brother Brujah. He was what both Anarch and Brujah should be; fervent for his beliefs, passionate about his causes.

Don't know why or how. Perhaps something to do with the Prince of Middle Georgia, a supreme fuckup of a Toreador. Saleem says he knows something, but not much.

Bishop could have been a powerful voice for The Movement. He could have been another name mentioned with awe by young Anarchs and fear and respect by the Camarilla.

Maybe that was why he was killed.

Anthony Bishop, rest finally in peace. Your death shall serve a purpose.

Time out in the desert

So Johnny needed to blow off some steam. So much so that Johnny couldn't do it the usual way, you know, hookers and hooch.

So Johnny grabbed the new wakizashi and the pair of sai and the copy of the Hagakure and drove out to Quartzite. That small little town on the other side of the Arizona border where you stop for gas 'cause it's cheaper than on the California side. Enough folks to keep a one or two licks alive, not that Johnny ever found one out there. And right in the middle of the desert so all it takes is a jump in the car to get out to where you can't see any sign of human life. Totally desolate.

So that's where Johnny was for about a week. Practicing with the weapons, reading from the Way of the Samurai.

Refreshed Johnny's brain in a big way. After the bullshit about "leaking" shit from the Brujah Rant list, Johnny had to figure out how to reconcile the two sides in a better way. The Hagakure had the answer. Or at least an answer that Johnny can use.

Johnny was a bit hungry stayin' out there, but that's okay. It was almost like being a monk for a little while. Getting away from the boob implants, the teased and dyed hair, the neon, the other licks, the politics of it all. It was good. Almost felt human again.

Brujah by Blood, Anarch by Choice

This is something that Johnny posted onto the Brujah networks just today, or something an awful lot like it anyway. Really fuckin' pissed...

You know what, Johnny don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you all been sayin.’ Johnny done a lot of thinking and here’s what Johnny got to say before Johnny really does leave for a vacation.

Johnny is a Brujah by blood. Johnny hears the rage and the passion in the song of Brujah. Johnny hears to song of brotherhood tugging every time a brother or sister of Brujah calls.

But Johnny is also an Anarch by choice. The songs of freedom ring in Johnny’s soul. The needs of others bound by their choices resonate in Johnny’s ears.

Unlike most of you Camarilla Brujah, Johnny has to listen to both of these songs at the same time. You have the luxury of only having your petty Court politics and our large Clan politics to worry about. You don’t have discordant rhythms beating out different needs. You don’t have two different sides of your soul sometimes trying to tear you apart.

It is the way of the Anarchs. It is a choice we all made when we turned our backs on the Ivory Tower. We know the choice makes our lives difficult. That sometimes our choices will make us lose standing or reputation to one side or another or both. That sometimes when we try to make both sides sing together, we end up making both sides we must listen to angry.

It is our lot in this unlife.

We are not traitors. We are guilty of having two masters and of doing our best to satisfy both of them.

The Anarchs that killed Chase refuse to have contact of any reasonable sort with Hung Lo or any other Anarchs that have tried to contact them. They would know regardless of what else happened or what was said that retribution had to be coming their way.

Johnny will grieve for the loss of Johnny’s brothers and sisters – both of The Movement and of The Blood should things come to that.

And that’s all Johnny’s gotta say before Mynos gets here and Johnny shows him how to live large in the OC. And when Mynos leaves, Johnny’ll take a bit of a trip too.

Johnny Chang
Brujah by Blood
Anarch by Choice